Early the next morning, Yun Ze stared at a pair of panda eyes and came to the school sleepily.

Last night, he was constantly revising the content of the novel and the plot in the future, striving to be rigorous.

Although the online novel is grandly conceived, due to the grand conception, there are often some problems in the plot, so he keeps thinking and revising, and revises the original novel of three million words into a novel of more than one million.

This way, there will be fewer problems!

When he walked into the school, he only felt a myriad of strange eyes scanning at him.

After asking my classmates, I learned that it turned out that he had signed a contract with the publishing house, and it had spread through the news.

The content of the news is something like this:

"An elementary school student signed a contract with Yunji Magazine. ”

"It's a strange story, it's just elementary school, and it's actually published a novel. This elementary school student is a fourth-grade student at Tenggang School in this city, and his name is Duanmu Yunze. ”

"It is reported that this child once won the championship of the National Middle School Student Essay Competition, which can be described as amazing, which also proves that there is absolutely no problem with his writing!"

"However, is the writing proportional to the life experience?"

"After all, as a primary school student, do you have an understanding of life?"

"Is 'Fighting the Odds' a genius fanfiction?" or is it a naïve novel?"

"Stay tuned!"

In this regard, Yun Ze couldn't cry or laugh a little, this was simply pushing him to the cusp!

He was finally able to understand what hype was.

He himself was in the middle of it.

With a bitter smile, he walked into the classroom and sat down in his seat.

In the classroom, the strange gazes of the classmates are still strong, but Yun Ze is also a traverser, and there is no displeasure on Yun Ze's light face, so natural.

The schoolbag was put in the drawer, and I felt sleepy, and I fell asleep.

He's so tired!

The class bell rings.

Teacher Lin Mu didn't say anything to Yun Ze, presumably he had also seen the news on TV, for such an excellent student, he really couldn't think of anything to criticize him, so he just slept casually, anyway, his grades would not drop.

Maybe that's genius!

Nobita looked at Yun Ze who was sleeping in class, and couldn't help but be a little jealous, he slept in class, and the teacher scolded him for being a murderer, but Yun Ze was sleeping, and the teacher ignored it.

"Yun Ze, sleep well, I'm tired at night!" Teacher Lin Mu said softly at this time.

Nobita is even more furious, what and what!

The class was still as usual, except for the sound of Yun Ze's breathing as he slept.

The rhythm is repeated, and the morning class ends.

When school ended, Yun Ze woke up, yawned, blinked, his slender eyelashes fluttered, and his shining eyes were like pearls.

"Yun Ze, you're on TV!" the little man stepped forward at this time and said enviously.

Fat Tiger's face of worship, in his mind, being able to publish a book is basically a sacred thing, glorifying the ancestors.

Although Nobita and Shizuka knew that Yun Ze had signed a contract to publish a novel earlier, they were still very envious of this kind of thing when they were on TV.

Yun Ze blinked his eyes and said, "Yes, but I don't know, I didn't expect the publishing house to spend so much effort!"

Shizukashi asked, "Is this what is called packaging?"

Yun Ze replied: "Yes! The so-called packaging is to spread the matter through this kind of news, but it is the matter that smells in the streets!"

Nobita suddenly said, "Why is that?"

Xiaofu smiled: "Nobita, you don't even know this!"

Yun Ze replied: "This is to let others know about my novels, otherwise, no matter how well it is written, not many people will know about it." ”

Nobita let out an "oh".

"Are you staying up late at night?" Shizuka asked.

Yun Ze showed a helpless look on his face, and said, "No way, two months, I have to hurry!"

Nobita was a little shaken and said, "You really didn't sleep at night, but why weren't you late in the morning?" This was a puzzle for Nobita.

The helplessness on Yun Ze's face became even heavier, and he said, "It's just a habit, as long as you want to, you can do it!"

Fat Tiger nodded: "This does require a lot of strong willpower to do it!"

Nobita bowed his head and was silent.

Yun Ze stretched out his arms, moved his muscles, took out the lunch box from his schoolbag, and said helplessly: "At noon, I have to hurry, you guys hurry home and eat." ”

"You're eating at school!" said the young man.

Yun Ze nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Nobita's stomach rumbled at this time, and they walked out of school, leaving only Yun Ze, who was eating and taking out scratch paper to write.

The noon hours passed quickly.

In the afternoon, Yun Ze took leave and went home.

There is no problem with the school, after all, Yun Ze's grades, that is a good, even if he studies at home, there is no problem.

This drove Nobita crazy with jealousy.

Back at home, put your bag on the hallway, take a can of drink out of the fridge, walk up to the playroom, and start writing a novel.

He writes five chapters of fiction a day, each about three thousand words.

In this way, he can finish writing in less than a month.

It's just that the hard work is not something that others can experience!

After taking a sip of a drink and writing a few hundred words, I looked up at the scenery outside the window, the pleasant scenery, and the air that had not yet been completely polluted was unusually refreshing.

I took a breath of air and continued to write.

Until the night floats into the night sky, the land is silent.

Yun Ze wrote more than 15,300 words on this day, and his feet were sore, the writer industry is really a combination of personal and mental work!

Night gradually fell, Yun Ze stopped writing, went downstairs, got something, and continued to write, he was young and vigorous, so the arrogance of not admitting defeat was always very warm, and his body was unusually healthy, so he continued to write.

The number of words kept rising, 20,000, 25,000, 30,000, 33,000 words, and then I stopped.

I got up, stretched my muscles, drank a glass of milk, took off my shoes and clothes, and went to bed.

When he was in bed, he kept thinking, what did he want to do?

At this point, he was very confused, what is he in this world? If he is not careful, he has walked to the tip of the world, on the cusp of the storm. The radical difference in life opportunities led him to the brink of confusion.

However, it soon became clear to him that he was himself, living for himself, no matter who he became.

He, or himself, was, will be, and is even more now!

Midnight, twelve o'clock.

Yun Ze entered the dream and fell asleep sweetly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The moonlight shines into the house like water!